valley green was so serene In the middle ran a stream so blue A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true there and she told him She would say \"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love so Never let go I be your ghost of a rose\"
Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of amber Her spirit wild, heart of child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her When she would say \"Promise me , when you see, a white you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost a rose\"
When all was done, she turned to Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her And ever more he thought he saw A glimpse of her upon the moors forever He'd hear her say \"Promise , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I be your ghost of a rose\"